Kiss (often styled as KISS) is an American hard rock band formed in New York City in January 1973 by Paul Stanley and Gene Simmons. Well known for its members' face paint and stage outfits, the group rose to prominence in the mid-to-late 1970s with their elaborate live performances—which featured fire breathing, blood-spitting, smoking guitars, shooting rockets, levitating drum kits, and pyrotechnics. The band has gone through multiple lineup changes, with Stanley and Simmons the only remaining original members. Counting the 1978 solo albums, Kiss has been awarded 30 gold albums to date, the most of any American band. The band has sold more than 40 million albums in the United States, of which 25 million have been certified by the RIAA and their worldwide sales exceed 100 million records, making them one of the world's best-selling bands of all time. The original and best-known lineup consisted of Stanley (lead vocals and rhythm guitar), Simmons (vocals and bass guitar), Ace Frehley (lead guitar and vocals) and Peter Criss (drums and vocals).
[Nelly]
Uh-huh.. uhh, uhh, uhh, listen
The way your Apple Bottom pokin out got me on a mission
I wanna get you in every kind of position
I don't wanna keep my cool baby, I can't keep my distance
Girl I salute you, I'll be at attention
I'm so into you, I just wanna be your lover
On the floor, in the chair, under covers
When I'm kissin you I can't think about another (think about another)
Girl (think-a, think about another) turn the lights on
[Chorus: Dirty Money]
You're my pride and joy, you're my baby boy
People ask me how I feel, 'bout you
They ask me if I love you (baby, I want your love)
And if I'm crazy 'bout ya (baby, I want your love)
Kissin you is, all that I've been thinkin of
Kissin you is, ooooh, ooooh
Kissin you is, all that I've been thinkin of
Kissin you is, ooooh, ooooh
[Nelly]
See I'ma kiss you, wan' go up to your body, shawty you will never
Scorpio, girl I was built for pleasure
I'll make your body start rainin, I change the weather
Let it fall on me, I don't need no umbrella
I get it - from the back (from the back) from the front (from the front)
On your side lil' mama, now here it come
Heyyyy, I just wanna be your loverrrrrr {yeahhhhhhh}
Now sing it for me girl [echoes]
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
[Murphy Lee]
Look, uhh, yo, check it, uhh
I'm in a Lex' bubbly talkin to my text buddy
Said I forgot about her thinkin 'bout my next money
Not only that honey, kissin's what I think of
You got the Wi-Fi, what's the code so we can link up
Kitchen flo', kitchen table, fuck the whole sink up
The best sprinkler, your back open like a pick-up
The mess that you're makin we can blame it on the liquor
If that's not enough then you can blame it on Murph' baby